Saturday, December 19, 2015

Gerard has been told what his destiny is his entire life.
He’s different from humans, he is “of the Blood,” destined to become a vampire.
However, he defies his heritage, becoming a werewolf to avoid being forced to
become a vampire, even though the werewolf clan he joins believes he has come
to them to prophetically end the war between werewolves and vampires. He soon
finds himself playing a strange and twisted game with Morgaine, the queen of
the vampires. One moment she’s offering protection from the vampires, the next
she seems determined to have Gerard, body and soul. Every encounter with her
pulls him deeper into her demented world, but with his lover and his new allies
in danger, he has few choices. She could destroy them all with a thought, but
if the prophecy is true, he may find the ultimate way to end her dark reign.

Gerard knocked on
the door, but before he could even take a breath and collect his thoughts, the
door swung open. Aria stood there, her long black hair flowing down her back,
her blue eyes sparkling. She pulled him inside, a smile exploding across her
face. And then she kissed him full on the mouth, taking away what breath he’d
had left.

She sighed as she
pulled away. “I’m so glad you’re safe. Let’s get out of here.”

She grabbed some
bags and pointed to two others. “I’ve got everything. I’m never coming back
here.”

Gerard still stood
stunned. “Morgaine explained everything?”

“Yes. Come on.”

“Okay.” He shut
the door and carried her bags out to Erika’s car. He opened Aria’s door for
her, then put the bags in the trunk.

Just calm down.You’ve talked to the queen of all vampires, you can talk to the girl you
like. He took a long, deep breath. The beautiful girl you hardly know
who just kissed you.

He got in the car
and started back to Simon’s. “So you’re okay with this?”

“Yeah, I am. I
nearly freaked out when Morgaine showed up in my living room, but I’m handling
it just fine.” She paused for a moment, but then asked, “So you didn’t know I
thought you were hot?”

“No,” he managed
to say. “I’m psychic, actually, but I never probe people. It’s not polite.”

“Opening doors and
everything. God, you’re so nice. Such a gentleman.”

He laughed. “I
hope that’s a good thing.”

“Of course it is,
but you always looked so…I don’t know, forbidding. That’s why I never tried to
talk to you. I’m not shy, in case you haven’t noticed, but you never smile. You
always wear dark clothes, and you hide behind your hair a lot, and never talk
to anyone. You look like you’d rip someone’s throat out if they said the wrong
thing.”

Gerard couldn’t
help feeling taken aback. “Are you serious? Hell, no wonder even my sister
thinks I’m a brooder. Do I really look like that? Do I really give off that
vibe?”

“You definitely
have that dark, brooding, romantic look down. And I’m certainly not objecting
to that. Can you see something if I think about it?”

“What? Oh, yeah,
in your mind I can. Hang on, let me pull over.”

She laughed.
“Safety first. Morgaine was right. You’re adorable.”

Gerard
concentrated on what he was doing, trying to keep his face from flaming red. Geez,
how am I suddenly every girl’s sweet gothic dream?

“Okay. Think about
whatever you want to show me.”

She looked into
his eyes, and he found it hard to get a fix on her. That had never
happened before. He didn’t want to read her thoughts. He just wanted to kiss
her.

He saw himself in
Crimson, a club where goth kids and vamps alike hung out. He sat at the bar,
alone, drinking a beer. He stared at the bar in front of him, occasionally
looking around. His body looked tense as he slumped over the bar in black jeans
and one of his old leather jackets. His eyes were narrowed, giving him a
defensive look, and his hair was falling over his face and shadowing it. He had
to admit, he did look brooding and a little mean.

Yikes. No
wonder everyone avoided me.

“I just heard
that.”

Gerard blinked and
looked at Aria. “I was still in your mind. I can tell you things if I
concentrate hard enough. It’s hard because you’re not psychic, but the blood
helps form a link.”

She nodded. “See
what I mean, though?”

He shrugged. She
liked me? Even when I looked like that? “Yeah. It’s probably because I was
around vamps. I get defensive. I used to be that way around my sister too
because she always defended them.”

He started the car
and got back on the road.

“Are you going to
ask me out, or are we going to go straight to me being your girl?”

Gerard smiled. “I
think you’ve always been my girl,” he said softly.

“What?” She leaned
close to him.

He laughed. “Yes,
you’re my girl.”

“No. You said, ‘I
think you’ve always been my girl’. I just wanted to hear you say it again. It’s
a great line.”

“But it’s not a
line.”

She put her head
on his shoulder and then whispered in his ear, “That’s what makes it so great.”
She kissed his cheek and settled her head back on his shoulder.

He tried to
concentrate on the road, hoping his cock wouldn’t get any harder, because there
was no way she’d miss seeing it from her present angle.

Apparently she did
notice it. She ran her hand over his hard length and asked, “How far away are
we?”

“It’s about five
more miles,” he said tightly.

“You wanna pull
over?”

He took a deep
breath. “We hardly know each other.”

“Since when do
guys care about that?”

He slowed down,
trying to keep his body and his emotions under control. “Not all guys are
alike, and we aren’t all like that anyway.”

She laughed. “I
know. I’m just teasing you.” She stopped caressing him, but her hand stayed on
his cock.

“I mean,” he said,
struggling to get the words right, “really and truly, I would love to pull
over, but I’d rather wait.”

She moved her hand
to his waist and hugged herself to him. She felt good and natural there. They
didn’t know each other at all, yet it just felt right. Was this how Erika felt
when she met Lucas? Was this really what it felt like to have an instant
connection with someone?

He put his hand on
her leg and squeezed her knee, needing to touch her more. Maybe this is why
I see her in my dreams. Maybe I knew from the moment I saw her we were meant to
be together.

He took his hand
off her knee and put both hands on the wheel, pushing the accelerator down.

“You were saying?”
she asked, a hint of laughter in her voice.

“Huh? Oh, right. I
was saying that I’d rather wait until we get back to the house. My room has the
hugest bed you’ve ever seen.” He smiled down at her.

“That’s
beautiful.”

“What?”

“Your smile.”

He looked back to
the road. “Glad you like it. It’s gonna be there all night.”

Friday, December 4, 2015

Bind Me (Year of Gods 2) is here. It's the 14th book set in Valladora, which you can learn more about by clicking the links above.

When Jensen wasn’t prepared to commit to his fated mate, he
let Ciel walk away, thinking he’d get over the human soon enough. But a year
apart has proven that what he felt for Ciel went far beyond lust. He wants a
second chance, and he’ll do anything to convince Ciel to give it to him.

Ciel thought he’d moved on, but when Jensen comes back
begging for another chance, he finds it hard to deny the vampire. His heart’s
been broken once, yet Ciel can’t make himself walk away from Jensen again. Will
they be able to make it work, or will the pain of the past prove too much in
the end?

Jensen stood in
his father’s study looking at the tapestries his mother had embroidered over
the years. He’d spent the morning hovering in the courtyard hoping to see Ciel,
but after lunch he’d retreated inside to avoid attracting too much attention.
His father’s steward, Gregor, had taken ill. He’d been on the mend when Jensen
arrived, but this morning he’d worsened. The physicians had been sent for, and
Ciel had been given even more duties. Jensen had ordered a few tasks to be
assigned to others, but he still might not see Ciel until that evening, if at
all. He had no idea what Ciel might’ve thought of the gift and the note. Never
before had Jensen been this nervous. He’d been rejected many times, but none of
those people had meant anything to him.

Jensen stepped out
onto the balcony, which led down into the gardens, and his gaze zeroed in on
Ciel talking to a gardener. They laughed together, but then Ciel looked up. His
face grew serious as he turned back to the other man and gave a final order.
The man walked away, and Ciel stood alone looking down at the ground. Jensen
didn’t dare go down to him or go back inside. He wanted to see what Ciel would
do. After what seemed an eternity, Ciel moved toward the stone steps and opened
the little gate that usually blocked access to this private part of the castle.
He closed the gate again and walked up slowly.

Ciel came over to
him and said, “I’d ask you to walk in the garden with me, but that’s how all
this began. If we’re making a new start, things should be different.”

“Yes. Different is
exactly what I want.” Jensen glanced around. “No one will bother us here if
you’re willing to be seen with me.”

“Of course I am.
No one knows about this.” He sighed. “Or do they?”

Jensen swallowed,
a lump forming in his throat. “What do you mean?”

“At the matehood
ceremony last week, Lucas was so kind to me. Too kind. I thought he was trying
to make me feel better after our little incident, which I’m certain you know
about because you’re so nosy about me.” He glanced up as if seeking
confirmation.

“Yes. I asked Erik
why you really left, and he told me.”

“Of course you
did.” Ciel ran his hands over the stone railing. “This morning I gave it more
thought. Erik kept watching me. And you. So I’m assuming they know.”

“They do. I told
Erik, and he confided in Lucas. And you were right about Erik’s reaction. He
was furious with me. Called me an imbecile and many other things. Lucas said I
was a fool.”

“I brought Lucas
to his senses for many reasons. He was upset with Erik and wanted to sleep with
me to ease his pain and get back at the mate he thought didn’t want him. All I
could think of was all the pain you’d caused me. I didn’t want anything like
that to exist between Erik and Lucas. I love them both so much.”

“And they love
you.”

Ciel leaned on the
railing and gazed at the mountains in the distance. “I read your note several
times. Tell me what you want to know about me.”

“I’m not sure.
Everything. Anything you wish to tell me.”

Linking his
fingers in front of him, Ciel said, “The number of people I’ve slept with since
we were together?”

Jensen thought
quickly to both be truthful and answer without too much of a pause. “Three. All
women.”

His eyebrows
twitched as if the answer had surprised him, but Ciel paused before responding.
“No men at all? Hmmm. Am I supposed to see a meaning in that?”

“See whatever you
like. Looking at other men does make me think of you these days. On the way
here, I actually had various plans for sneaking into your bed. Biting you and
reminding you of how we were together. I see now what a poor idea that was.
Immature, especially for a man of my years.”

“Yes, forcing
yourself on someone is no way to endear yourself.” Ciel pushed away from the
railing and walked inside.

Jensen stared
after him. “Excuse me?”

Ciel halted in the
doorway. “Having to sneak into someone’s bed implies you aren’t wanted there.
And if I needed to be bitten to be with you, that would make me unwilling. No
one talks about it, but it happens all the time. The power of a vampire’s bite
is frequently abused. And since I’m your mate, I’d likely have let you do
anything you liked. It would’ve been wrong, Jensen.”

Jensen held his
hands up in surrender. “I see now how that sounded. I worded it very poorly. I
intended seduction, not force. But I changed my mind and saw it as a bad idea.
Doesn’t that count? Don’t censure me for something I didn’t actually do. I’ve
done more than enough things for you to criticize as it is.”

Ciel nodded
slightly and continued inside. Jensen followed and watched him sit down on a
loveseat. He waited a moment and came to stand behind a chair close by, resting
his hands on the ornate back.

“I feel like you
used me. Can’t you understand that?” Ciel said. “I expected a one-night stand
as well. I’d always been curious about being with you. But when you bit me, I
thought things would be different. You went mad, kissing me all over and
telling me how sweet my blood was. Then you took me so gently as you looked
into my eyes and told me how perfectly you fit inside of me. I thought it was a
declaration, and you spent a week being so tender and loving, and then…” Ciel
bolted up and turned away.

Jensen watched him
go to the bookshelf and grip the edge. Ciel wasn’t crying. Another emotion
ruled him at the moment. “Ciel?” Jensen said as he inched toward him.

Ciel rounded on
him and began beating his fists against Jensen’s chest. “How could you do that
to me? How could you?”

Jensen struggled
to breathe but didn’t try to stop Ciel. He let the young man exhaust himself
with the blows. When Ciel finally pushed away from him, panting heavily, Jensen
said, “Yes. I do understand it. I made a terrible mistake. When you told me how
many lovers you’d had, I thought we were alike. And you were so young I
imagined you wouldn’t want to be tied down. But instead of talking about it
with you, I simply assumed and got it all wrong. I deserved your rejection for
presuming what I did.”

Ciel wiped a hand
down his face. “I was a wreck after you left. I actually developed a fever, so
I pretended to be sick. It bought me a week alone to recover and get my head
straight.”

“If I hadn’t come
here and asked for another chance, would you ever have brought it up?”

Ciel considered
this a very long time, which made Jensen nervous. “I can’t answer that. As you
said, I’m young. Maybe I’d have met someone who could’ve helped me forget.”

“Is that what you
wanted? To forget?”

Ciel sat down
again. “Most of the time. I’d get angry when I found myself thinking of you and
how we might be able to work things out.”

Jensen went still
and cleared his throat before taking a few steps forward. He knelt on both
knees a foot or so away from Ciel. “So you have considered it?”

Ciel nodded
slowly. “A few scenarios. But I focused on getting over you. It was hard to
keep those thoughts away. Harder than I’d imagined.”

“I tried to forget
you, too. Made me miserable. It all came flooding out when I arrived at Erik’s
and found you gone. No one had any idea why you’d left. Kept saying my father
called you back. I knew that wasn’t possible. Father would never have taken you
away from Erik.”

Jensen took a deep
breath, his chest puffing up defensively, but in the end he slumped down with
his hands on his knees. “Yes, all right? You’ve always loved Erik the best, and
you had actual feelings for Lucas. I don’t give a damn who you’ve slept with.
But you’ve clung to Erik your entire life practically, and it only takes about
ten seconds for anyone to fall in love with Lucas. Yes, I’m jealous.”

“I’m glad you can
admit it.” He reached out his hand as if he meant to ran his fingers into
Jensen’s hair, and Jensen half closed his eyes to savor the touch. But then
Ciel pulled away after lightly touching his shoulder, and Jensen blinked and
looked up.

“There was a
spider on your shoulder,” Ciel said, letting the arachnid crawl from one hand
to another.

Jensen shuddered
and jumped up, batting at his shoulder and his robes and then shaking his head
and running his hands through his hair.

Ciel laughed as
him the spider crawled up his arm. “This one isn’t poisonous. It’s incredibly
useful in gardens.” He took it into his hand and rose to deposit it outside.
When he came back, he said, “You’re a vampire, you know. You shouldn’t be
scared of anything.”

“Everyone’s scared
of something.”

Ciel stared at the
rug beneath their feet and traced the swirling pattern with the tip of his
boot. “Yes, they are.”

“I’ll make that my
first official question. What are you afraid of? I don’t recall anything ever
scaring you.”

“Losing the ones I
love.” Ciel gave him a sad half smile. “The only thing that’s ever scared me at
all.” He turned away. “I should go for now.”

“One more
question, please. You don’t have to answer, but I have to ask.”

Ciel paused and
then came closer. “All right.”

“Do you still love
me?”

His gray eyes
filled with a much deeper sadness as he leaned in and whispered, “Yes, I do.”
He moved in until their lips almost touched. “And if you prove yourself worthy,
I’ll be yours until the day I die.”

A week ago, Jensen
would’ve grabbed him and kissed him, but those kind of actions belonged in his
old life. Instead he gazed into Ciel’s eyes and said, “Then I’ll keep trying
one day at a time.”

Ciel backed up and
took a deep breath. He bowed as he let it out and left without another word.
Jensen slumped down on the couch, knowing this encounter had only been the
first of many, many steps.